Tuesday, October 09, 2007

That's what MySpace is for

There was this guy I knew in college, Ismael, who was really nice and we always got along well. We weren't that close or anything, but we always really liked each other -- not like that, just as people. We had some things in common, we showed up at the same places, we lived in the same dorm, etc. I hadn't thought about him in years. Until I got this message on MySpace:

Subject: Hey betch Body: Hey,

The last time I saw you I had a penis. My name is Ciomara, but you'll remember me as Ismael. How's life?

No comments:

Holla

EMAIL MEPut "STROLL" in the subject line. It might still go to junk mail and be missed. I try to reply to all messages that are not mean-spirited or hateful (and even those) so if you don't hear from me in a couple days it won't hurt to try again.